Too Late, Ex-Husband: Watch Me Shine

ivate study. She took a deep breath, the cold, wet fa

e was low, entirely

thick scent of aged bourbon and expen

state. He wore a custom-tailored black dress shirt. In his right hand, he swirled a crystal

trembling slightly despite her

't turn

during business hours?"

esperate to get the words out. "She needs an artificial heart valve. The Mayo

er wet shoes squeaking sli

ued, her voice dropping to a plea. "I have nothing left. Fount, ple

t over her shivering frame, lingering on her soaked clothes

massive mahogany desk

ity cases," Fount said evenly. "And I certai

liced throu

," Idella countered desperately. "The one point seven

around the desk, stopping just inches from her

poses," Fount stated, his voice devoid of pity. "You h

the Persian rug. The prenuptial agreement she had signed-the

ering against her ribs. "The targeted therapy research

upted sharply. "You were an empl

eft cufflink, a gesture he only

are hysterical. You are emotionally unstable. Your white-trash fam

ree, spilling hot dow

ce breaking. "Why did you give me the illusion

is cufflink. His express

"You were submissive. You made a perfectly

ysical blow. She felt entirely stripped

led out a leather-bound checkbook, and uncapped a gold

sed it. It fluttered through the air, lan

, not looking at her. "Consider it funeral

r on the rug. Her stomach churned

uld have to bend down. She

her head. The tears stopped. A new,

her cheek until she tasted the

a single cent from you," Idella said, her v

u won't last a wee

grabbed the heavy brass handle of the oak door,

e with a frustrated jerk and downed t

rcase, her vision blurred. She had to find